Christian Devotionals and Scripture Applied to Everyday Life

This God-Fact overwhelmed me yesterday.  I have been taxing my brain about colors ever since my long-overdue decision to paint the bedrooms. As I sought to choose the perfect palette for each area, my head spun with decisions and I again confirmed my suspicions that home decorating is not one of my natural talents. That is why I reveled in God's artistic abilities early this morning.

One way to live a life of confidence is by seeking to maintain a clear conscience. There is nothing that makes you stand straighter and look someone right in the eyes than when you know you have done things the right way. Great Grandma used to say that you can't stop people from saying things about you, but you can live in such a way that no one will believe they are true.

The fog had settled over the area like a thick gray blanket. Its density obscured all of the familiar sites from view, making it hard to discern the surrounding landscape. This normally would not be much of a problem except that this morning we were in a boat, on a lake, and lost!

There are times in a person's life when the way forward is unclear. We often think we understand where God is leading us, but then we reach a bend in the river. Doors that we thought were wide open slam shut and we are left out in the cold. What then?

I have never had a very good memory. No matter how hard I try, a piece of information I want to remember will slip off the edge of my mind the moment I am distracted. This is very frustrating to me, so over the course of my life I have learned ways to counteract this disability. Checklists and notes are essential to my daily existence and they work great - as long as I can remember where I put them. 🙂

Death is a horrible word. Just the mere utterance of this one syllable grips even the most courageous of hearts with a deep feeling of panic. Death spells the end of something precious. Whether it be the life of a loved one, the loss of a dream, the end of a relationship, or the waste of an opportunity, the death bell tolls a finality of something that can never be recovered.